And wine coolers...don't forget about the wine coolers. Sure, they had about 12 lbs. of sugar per bottle to disguise the battery acid-grade reject wine that was too acrid to use even for a Franzia box, but there was 0.02% real fruit juice so it was the drink of choice for the sporty junk bond broker.

And wine coolers...don't forget about the wine coolers. Sure, they had about 12 lbs. of sugar per bottle to disguise the battery acid-grade reject wine that was too acrid to use even for a Franzia box, but there was 0.02% real fruit juice so it was the drink of choice for the sporty junk bond broker.

Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.

Really? All the millennials I know love both. This better not be another boring anti-IPA diversion.

IPA is a big part of the problem.

I just saw a photo of a domestic tallboy served in a paper bag with orange slices and a dusting of Cajun seasoning on the "rim" for nine fucking dollars at a "dive" bar in Brooklyn and yeah, Millennials. Y'all are unfairly blamed for a lot of things, but this is on you.